At the peak of clarity
And ,
at the peak of her insanity
A moment to glance away from this reflection gunning down with its eyes of La Mort
if she could see past the discombulated figures
Deflect
An outline
of
fear and self-loathing will
dissolve
A moment of clarity
my child in her stark purity dancing in front of the mirror.
Find her standing motionless
pick up the comb, attend to her dutifully
This reflection
This motion is fuelled by a fierce love.
A fierce love distorted by fragments
by her own mother’s dysmorphia
The same mother who flees from her Self every day.
If this is not a demonstration of love
then it is a moment of clarity
A reality of her creation
Sweet bitter
A tipple
Tears or bourbon
No longer certain
Does it matter?
Then it is a moment of clarity.
Posted on Apr 25, 2022, in POETRY and tagged Children, Emotions, Life, Love, poems, POETRY, Recovery, Relationships. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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